A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Volume 2T. Becket and P.A. De Hondt, 1770 |
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... leave to inform them , that that bird was my bird - or fome vile copy fet up to reprefent him . I have nothing further to add upo him , but that from that time to ths , D 3 I hve I have borne this poor ftarling as the creft to [ 37 ]
... leave to inform them , that that bird was my bird - or fome vile copy fet up to reprefent him . I have nothing further to add upo him , but that from that time to ths , D 3 I hve I have borne this poor ftarling as the creft to [ 37 ]
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... leave me to carry up this account to fome one - But I must not mislead you , faid I , -for what I have to fay is of no manner of importance to Monfieur Le Duc de C **** — but of great import- ance to myself . - C'est une autre affaire ...
... leave me to carry up this account to fome one - But I must not mislead you , faid I , -for what I have to fay is of no manner of importance to Monfieur Le Duc de C **** — but of great import- ance to myself . - C'est une autre affaire ...
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... leave it and as I have a clearer idea of the elyfian fields than I have of heaven , I force myself , like Æneas , into them -I fee him meet the penfive shade of his forfaken Dido , and wish to re- cognize it - I fee the injured fpirit ...
... leave it and as I have a clearer idea of the elyfian fields than I have of heaven , I force myself , like Æneas , into them -I fee him meet the penfive shade of his forfaken Dido , and wish to re- cognize it - I fee the injured fpirit ...
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... leave France , I may have the pleasure of knowing you retract your opinion - or , in what manner you fupport it . - But if you do fupport it , Monf . Anglois , faid he , you must do it with all your powers , because you have the whole ...
... leave France , I may have the pleasure of knowing you retract your opinion - or , in what manner you fupport it . - But if you do fupport it , Monf . Anglois , faid he , you must do it with all your powers , because you have the whole ...
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Laurence Sterne. world against you . - I promised the Count I would do myself the honour of dining with him before I fet out for Italy - fo took my leave . THE TEMPTATION . W is PARIS . HEN I alighted [ 90 ]
Laurence Sterne. world against you . - I promised the Count I would do myself the honour of dining with him before I fet out for Italy - fo took my leave . THE TEMPTATION . W is PARIS . HEN I alighted [ 90 ]
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Página 24 - I looked up and down the passage, and seeing neither man, woman, nor child, I went out without further attention. In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage ; " I can't get out, I can't get out,
Página 191 - His wife sung now and then a little to the tune, then intermitted, and joined her old man again as their children and grandchildren danced before them.
Página 175 - As she told me this, she took the handkerchief out of her pocket to let me see it : she had folded it up neatly in a couple of vine leaves, tied round with a tendril ; on opening it, I saw an S marked in one of the corners.
Página 32 - ... there. He had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh : I saw the iron enter into his soul. I burst into tears — I could not sustain the picture...
Página 31 - Upon looking nearer, I saw him pale and feverish; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time; nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.
Página 29 - The bird in his cage pursued me into my room. I sat down close to my table, and leaning my head upon my hand, I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and so I gave full scope to my imagination. I was going to begin with the millions of my...
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